Please, avoid Tasmanian vodka

Facebook is a wonderful thing. In July I reconnected with girls I went to high school with - some of whom I hadn't seen in 14 years!

Saturday night I reconnected with two of the three girls I lived with sophomore year of college. I hadn't seen them for 10 years! We had a lovely time, basically picking up right where we left off - lots of alcohol and lots of chatting! We were up until 4am, however, age has taken a toll on us all, and we all woke up around 8am unable to sleep any later. There was a time when we would have stayed in bed until 130 in the afternoon - getting up only to race to the dining hall before it closed.

There were pictures, reminiscences, and mind-blowing revelations. I really appreciate now what being a little older with a little more life experience puts all the things that were such huge deals into their proper perspective. Essentially we are all the same people, but with a lot more maturity and self-actualization. It's a beautiful thing.

It's just that there's got to be a time in many women's lives when they've got what they set out to get (a husband, a degree, a relationship, a family, a career, etc) and all those they set aside in the pursuit of those goals - unintentional and without malice - suddenly become important again.

One of the best things I love about my relationship with my best friend from elementary school is that we can go any length of time without talking, but the moment we reconnect, it's as if we just picked up exactly where we left off. I'm discovering now that it's not just the trait of that particular friendship, but all true friendships in general.

Moreover, last night I learned that if you don't want to be insanely drunk, avoid Tasmanian vodka. Luckily I didn't have to learn it personally :)